Sorry it doesn’t pacify. Sorry it intensifies hurting.
Sorry with education a soul is still shallow. Every bone every muscle with time
aesthetic pain. In an instance one could never do wrongness; in a second a soul
vows to adore forever; romantic rebels or intense deaths if to love as an
abstract answer. An ultimate promise to die if it kills those bold sable crowns.
Minds steadfast as longing for infinity and nothing on earth is private—makes a
soul investigate accounts—social media—those sessions—placing a small sticker
on the lens. Never to a difference these feelings the ache of the losing—as virgin
oils permeate petit quarters forever a sinner; nothing changes—souls become
skilled—a few turn leaves like penance and flogging churns flesh. Sorry it will
last eternal those asking about insights at a grand piano. And watching is a
delight the wilderness making seduction as creatures laughing together—emotion made
rabid—bigger blond eyes—by future to elicit a response, to suffer goodness, as
needing to feel a perfect petal. If to assuage a curse if to solicit a need if
to touch like dying is illegal; cotton candy on a summer day or music filled
with jazz to have sincerity in a sudden waterfall.
